All that is left is Scorn All that is left is gone forever Lords over Life and Death are ruling this World Blood will be shed within this Dominion of Doom
Abused in Life, abused in Death Abused to Death in a Spirit World Looking at you: The next in Line in the Netherworld
Fall from Grace at the Bottom of Heaps Light the Torch in the bottomless Deep Lamenting Hours of a useless Plan and a dying Trust
Gathering at the Wake: I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear
Blazing in the Heat of my Petition; This, I solemnly swear Looking back on the Effigy on the broken, burning Stake Stepping out of my Life and into the never-ending Storm; Gathering at the Wake
The somber Silence is too contrived Reaping the Harvest before it's ripe Hills of Creation pinning us up against the shadowy Pall
Armies of Justice have melted away Looking for Saviors to lead the Way Looking for Leaders to bestow on us this genuine Apostasy
Gathering at the Wake: I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear Blazing in the Heat of my Petition; This, I solemnly swear Looking back on the Effigy on the broken, burning Stake Stepping out of my Life and into the never-ending Storm; Gathering at the Wake
Walking down the Steps of this endless Lie Accompany the Cries of a Grief so deep The Covenant is chaining me to Walls of Sleep Lead me to the Altar of Death
Dreaming of Paradise My Life was stolen This bleeding Mourning spilling a Stream of olden Blood
Gathering at the Wake: I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear Blazing in the Heat of my Petition; This, I solemnly swear I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear Stepping out of my Life and into the Night
I'll never rest again I'll never live again Yearning for the End Yearning for a Gathering at my WakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
